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i’ll start this broken heart i’ll fix it up so it will work again better than before then i’ll star in a mystery a tragic tale of all that’s yet to come fingers crossed there will be love

but i get carried away with every day and every fantasy the deeper the wound, the harder i swoon and wish that that was me there’s so much to say but no words to convey the loneliness building with each p*ssing day but i’m getting used to it you have to get used to it

i’ll devise the best disguise a brand new look and take them by surprise they’ll never guess what’s not inside i’ll express myself with ease, with confidence and character complete with fingers crossed, they’ll talk to me

but i get carried away with every page in every magazine the cheaper the thrill, the deeper i fill my head with blasphemy there’s so much to say but no words to convey the loneliness building with each p*ssing day but i’m getting used to it you have to get used to it

i’ll destroy this useless heart i’ll f*ck it up so it’ll never beat again not just for me but for anyone

but i get carried away with every phrase and made up malady the longer i hide behind these lies, the more i disintegrate there’s so much to say but no words to convey the loneliness building with each p*ssing day you never get used to it you just have to live with it